Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 643: Extremes of Extremes
Song Heping was shocked.

The reason for the shock was the scene before his eyes.

If there is any difference between humans and animals, it is because humans have emotions.

The people from the I5I5 organization in front of him made Song Heping see that once humans lose their humanity, they will be worse than beasts.

More than ten bodies were lying in the open space in the village.

When he first saw it, Song Heping didn't feel anything unusual.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

The bodies were headless.

Take a closer look.

The heads were thrown randomly in a corner.

They were scattered all over the ground like offal from a slaughterhouse.

I've seen a lot of murders.

But this is the first time I have seen such a large-scale beheading.

The disaster star was opposite Song Heping, five meters away, hiding behind the corner of the wall.

He couldn't help but glance at Song Heping and whispered in the channel: "Scumbag."

"Jiang Feng, are you here yet?"

"arrive."

"Did you see it too?"

"I saw it."

"Hunter, did you see that?"

"I see. The view is very clear."

"They are forcing a confession. They seem to be looking for someone."

In Ilighe, there are many languages ​​spoken, mostly Arabic, with a few using Kurdish and other dialects.

Therefore, Song Heping could understand what these guys in the field said.

They are looking for someone.

The leader was holding a scimitar and walking back and forth in front of the crowd who had already knelt on the ground.

Those kneeling on the ground were all villagers.

The one holding the machete was the leader of the group.

"Speak! Speak quickly! As long as you confess, I won't kill you! Otherwise, I will cut off your heads. Don't think your necks are harder than my knife! Hand him over, otherwise..."

He suddenly rushed forward, pulled a little girl out of the crowd, dragged her by the collar and started walking out.

A woman rushed over and hugged the little girl tightly, wailing, "Please, let my daughter go, she's just a child, please, for the sake of the merciful Lord Z, let her go..."

Before she could even finish her beg for mercy, a terrorist stepped forward and shot her in the head.

bah—

The huge impact smashed the woman's face.

She fell to the ground without even a scream.

The little girl's shrill cry echoed throughout the village.

"Boss, it's time for us to take action."

The disaster star looked at Song Heping again.

Song Heping couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

If anyone were to witness such a tragedy, unless he was not a human being, he would want to kill the beast with his own hands.

"Jiang Feng, get ready..."

He was about to take action when he heard a roar from not far away.

"Let her go! You blasphemous scum, Lord Z will punish you! Aren't you looking for me?! I'm here! Let these poor people go!"

A figure appeared at the other end of the clearing.

Unlike ordinary villagers, he wore a robe, but trousers and a shirt, and his head did not have a turban, but showed curly hair.

The man was about thirty years old, his voice was filled with anger, his hands raised high, and he strode towards the open space.

"I'm Latif! Don't bother looking for me! I'm the one you're looking for!"

More than a dozen guns were pointed at Latif.

The terrorists in the field became nervous, changing their previous laziness and all looked as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Latif?!"

The leader holding the machete was obviously stunned.

Perhaps he had not expected Latif to appear in this manner.

In his imagination, the villagers could not withstand his torture and gave out Latif's hiding place. He led his men to drive him out of his hiding place like a rat, and then dragged him to the open space like a dog and executed him on the spot.

"Yes, it's me! Aren't you looking for me? What? You don't even know what I look like?!"

Latif looked like a tough guy. He walked forward with his hands raised and came straight to the leader.

Two terrorists tried to stop him and put their guns against Latif's chest.

"Let him come over."

Perhaps he felt it was too embarrassing that more than 20 people on his side were intimidated by Latif alone, so the leader decided not to show that he was afraid of death.

Everyone here is his own person, so Latif wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Search first."

Perhaps he still felt unsafe, so the leader added another sentence at the end.

Two armed terrorists controlled the situation on the left and right, while another person came up to search Latif.

After searching and confirming that Latif had no weapons, he nodded to the leader and said, "No problem."

"come over!"

The leader suddenly gained momentum and waved his hand towards Latif.

"Let me see this great hero who has been hiding all night."

He sneered at Latif with a tone of extreme sarcasm.

When Latif came up to him, the leader put the knife to Latif's neck and said coldly: "Kneel down."

Latif hesitated, glanced at the still-crying girl, and finally knelt down. "Hahahaha! Look! This is the hero they risked their lives to protect!"

The leader walked around Latif, laughing as he went.

"Hero...Hahaha! This is a hero!"

Just as the leader was feeling smug, Song Heping also heard the name clearly from behind the corner of the wall not far away.

Latif.

Isn’t this the contact I’m looking for tonight?
I am!

Song Heping cursed in his heart.

There is indeed something fishy behind the unusual situation tonight.

I came here to find someone, but I5I5 got there first?
Where did they get the information?
Even Song Heping didn't believe it when he said they weren't coming for him.

Who leaked the wind?
There's no time to think about it anymore.

Disaster Star asked again: "Boss, are you going to fight?!"

Song Heping immediately gave orders to the hunters: "The hunting gun fires as a signal. As soon as the gun goes off, kill them immediately. Jiang Feng, you're in charge of the rear of the group, and I'll be in charge of the front. Be careful not to hurt the villagers. Disaster Star, your machine gun is responsible for the group of bastards at the 10 o'clock position, and I'll deal with the leader and the few guards around him. Remember, don't kill the leader, leave him alive."

"clear."

The hunters responded quickly.

At this time, the leader in the field had humiliated Latif enough, and perhaps felt that it was more important for him to get down to business. He did not want to delay any longer and cause more trouble, so he walked around behind Latif and raised the scimitar in his hand.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Latif suddenly spoke: "What? You don't even have the courage to kill me face to face?! Come on! Coward! Come in front of me, let me see your face clearly, see your knife clearly!"

The atmosphere in the field suddenly froze.

All the terrorists were stunned.

Everyone's eyes turned to the leader.

The leader also felt that feeling of being on edge.

He wanted to go up to Latif and face him and cut off his head.

But suddenly, for no apparent reason, I lost my courage.

He is said to be a butcher who kills people without mercy.

But I just can't muster up the courage.

Hesitated for several seconds.

The leader suddenly felt that he was being humiliated in public.

He raised his scimitar in frustration, his face suddenly becoming ferocious, and he cursed viciously from between his teeth: "Go to hell!"

After saying that, he suddenly raised the scimitar.

Under the moonlight, the bloodstains on the blade were clearly visible, and the cold light was frightening.

Snapped--

Next, everyone present could hear the sound of bones cracking.

But the sound was not the sound of Latif's cervical vertebrae colliding with the blade, but the sound of the leader's wrist bones breaking.

A bullet fired from an M24 sniper rifle directly shattered the leader's wrist and broke the bones at the connection between his right ulna and hand bones.

"Ow—"

The leader screamed and subconsciously raised his right hand to take a look. He found that his palm had drooped and was hanging on his forearm. Blood spurted out of the veins and dripped all over the ground.

Da da da da da——

Da da da da da——

The M249 paratrooper light machine gun in the hands of the disaster star began to sing happily.

When all the terrorists present were attracted towards the direction of Disaster Star and Song Heping, Jiang Feng, who had been lying in ambush on the other side, led Klein and Collins to launch an attack.

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The sound of the MK18 assault rifle equipped with a silencer is low but very dense.

The dense sound of gunfire formed by the short bursts of fire was like a hymn to death.

The terrorists who had just turned around and fired in the direction of Song Heping had no idea that there were people on their flanks, and were quickly knocked down in groups.

The calamity star showed no mercy.

His shooting angle was good, targeting a group of terrorists who were gathered together chatting.

These guys may have been careless, or their tactical skills were not very high, they committed a big taboo on the battlefield, gathering nearly ten people together in a group.

This gave Zaoxing a very satisfying sense of killing, and he poured all the anger that he had suppressed after witnessing the beheading scene into the barrel of the paratrooper-type 200 light machine gun with a 249-round magazine and fired it out.

For a big guy who has been using Soviet machine guns for years, the M249 paratrooper model is as light as a toy and easier to control.

The barrage of bullets like raindrops turned the seven or eight people into sieves, without them even having a chance to fight back.

"GO! GO! GO!"

Taking advantage of the chaos on the field, Song Heping began to advance under the cover of the disaster star.

Kill as you go, kill gods and Buddhas.

This was a battle similar to rapid-fire training on the move.

Song Heping's rapid bursts of fire were accurate and never dragged his feet. He could knock down an enemy with one burst of fire.

Jiang Feng also began to advance.

They and the duo Song Heping was in formed a crossfire, also known as a death fire network.

None of the enemies who were crossed survived.

In less than a minute, the field fell silent.

Smoke was coming out of everyone's gun.

"Clean up, be on guard, and check!"

Song Heping issued instructions while changing the magazine.

The groups began to disperse, check the bodies, and reload their guns.

Everything is in order and everything is clean and neat.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)